Jordan stared quietly at the woman advancing upon him. her hips twitching in her tight and smug uniform, surely she had no idea the effect her body had on him. He straightened up from his position on the hard floor, dusting himself up as pain crept up his ribs. He must have fallen very badly.Jordan groaned. He would make sure to teach his double a thing or two about revenge when he was done.Ysabelle stuck her hands out to him. Jordan ignored it, not trusting her. He remained on the floor, and all the crew members ran to him. His manager helped him up. They sat him on a chair that was dragged close.In between shouts of pain, Jordan caught a glance at Ysabelle watching him with a very disgusted look on her face. But he was past caring; his legs really hurt.The director was not pleased with his display at all when the fuss was all over and they allowed him to take a rest."I am not happy with your performance so far, Jordan. "Truth be told, if this were my film, I would have kicked y
Maintaining a low profile was hard with her latest stunt. Jordan Bells was dead meat if she caught up with him. But that was hard as her duty post had been changed for fear she would break his neck. All other Soldiers dared consoled her subtly whenever they were assigned together and it irked Ysabelle to no end. Her training sessions were filled with her being bothered about the way his touch made her feel, it was all making her confused. Hours after he was carried off from the arena, she could still feel the sensation that his hands left. She had poured all of her aggression on her next opponent. This was not her style. She preferred to talk things through, if not she would beat things through. It was like the man liked to toy with her. But she was no toy. She would face the guy. She had never had a single boyfriend and didn’t need one. The officers that were close to her stayed clear of her and they all knew she was not welcoming of any advances. Ysabelle made her way over to th
The feeling of surprise was not going to last long in Jordan’s mind. He was enjoying being thoroughly kissed by the one woman he had been fantasizing about. But it seems she was new at this. She had no prior experience, it was evident in the sloppy way she kissed him, her mouth didn’t push into his at all. Her lips were barely staying on his. Jordan slipped his hands around her waist and dragged her closer to him gently, his action almost subtle. Her chest was touching his warmly and Jordan liked the feel of her soft body. She might be a hard soldier yet she could not deny her womanly curves at all. Jordan put his hands under her chin and tilted her head up, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, pushing his mouth deeper into hers. Ysabelle let out a small moan, she placed her hands pushing him softly but Jordan held her securely. Her hands were on his chest, pushing at his clothes fisting them in her hands roughly. But still, Jordan refused to let go. She might be t
Ysabelle knew she would do anything for her country. Anything to show her patriotism. Luke Morgan was on some other shit. She had listened with rapt attention to the conversation Jordan had. She sat in her room writing her report when she heard a loud knock on her door.She opened the door gently, it was one of her junior officers.“What is it?” Ysabelle asked irritated she was disturbed. Her hands clunked onto the doorknob ready to bang it in the face of the woman.The officer saluted her in haste, and rapped out her message “ Major wants you in his office right away,”Ysabelle cursed under her breath as she slammed the door shut. She changed her clothes, and put on her boots in a hurry, she took her report in hand and a pen in the other. She did not bother with any weapon.Upon getting to the major’s office, he gave her a glance which made Ysabelle step back, but he said nothing about it and j
Jordan was disappointed that he had not seen Ysabelle throughout the rest of his stay at the border. She was just too damn hard to meet. A different Officer had been assigned to them and it hurt like hell. She had kissed him and had just expected him to take it without any explanation. He wanted a repeat of the kiss, he wanted more than a kiss. He wanted her beside him, always. Reminiscing on the feel of her lips on his, the intense shot of pleasure that he had felt “Jordan, what will you say are your hopes for the upcoming movie?” “How was your experience at the border? Do you think your experience there will make the movie have high ratings?” “You were specifically chosen for this role, even though you have no expertise in shooting such movies, How do you think the movie is going to turn out?” The flashlights and the sounds of the reporter's cameras snapped Jordan back to the present. He was in a press conference for the movie he had gone to shoot at the border. And he had daydr
Ysabelle followed the stiff-necked man showing them around the building, Mr, Ben had handed them over to him, he was one of the guards and she was getting fed up with his cut ways. He talked to them as though they were far below him. Giving them instructions on how to take bullets for Jonathan Bell. She could only hope the guy did his homework and read their profiles, no matter how fake it was, it still packed a punch. Jonathan Bell did strike her as the man that was worth it though. The man talked far too much for her liking. But then her personal opinion was not sought she was here on a mission she might as well be stuck with it. She could feel a full-on glare from Andrew at the back of her head. That fucker needed to back off. “Are we clear?” the head of security shouted. “ you will get your assigned stations in your emails so ensure you are with your phone all day. And I am sure you read the rules in your contracts. The personal lives of the celebrities can’t be recorded o told
This was not going the way she had expected, Jordan seemed to be riled up and he was putting a lot of aggression on her lips and body. She tried pushing him back but he held her firmly in place, perhaps she should try harder. Perhaps this guy needs to try talking therapy, he must be used to solving his anger this way. Well, that could work on Jessica. But it would definitely not work on her. Jordan saw her move before she acted it out. He pinned both her hands above her head and delved his mouth on her breasts that were gaping open from her shirt, she had no idea when that had happened, her top was bunched up on her chest. And his mouth was moving ever so firmly. One hand on her round bottom pushing her closer into his embrace. Ysabelle could only give into his torture, all thoughts of fighting him fled from her mind as she succumbed, loving the way he used her body. He removed her top completely, going back to kissing her senselessly. Her breasts were pressed against his body, he
The next couple of days went by with no appearance of Luke Morgan in the agency. Ysabelle was exhausted, patience was not her strong suit. And so were the constant calls and messages Jordan was using to flood her phone. She knew then she had made a mistake. She had to curb her desire for him, so it does not get out of hand again like the last time.He was so attention needy. It was as though he had been deprived of attention as a child. And according to the Headquarters who were monitoring Jonathan Bell’s camera as well, he was only planning for his campaigns and rallies, his calls were only to his PR teams and no one else. He didn’t even contact Luke Morgan.She was currently with the directors of each department in the agency with Jonathan who was being mean and rude to each member. Not that it was any of her business, but the man seems to be in need of so much money. He was berating the finance director now, This would be a good investigation point, Jordan had also mentioned his sh
With Jordan atop her, she could barely get a hold of her surroundings. He was making her lose her senses fast, with the way he kept up throughout the night. He didn’t want to stop, though they were bound to be late for their dinner with her family if they kept making love. He kissed her ending all sighs of protest from her. His body reeked of the sweat from their lovemaking. He moaned atop her, holding her firmly giving her no room for escape. Their lips duelled for a long time before he finally climaxed inside her. He rolled off her, taking her with him. “You had better inform my brothers that you are going to marry me, otherwise you might leave there with a broken leg,” She said huskily trying to get her breath back. Jordan laughed, his handsome face flashing with a cheeky grin. “I have that all sorted out.” he leaned forward and reached out into his bedside drawer. He opened it and brought out two diamond rings. “You like it?” He asked sheepishly. “Yes, I do” “Let's have our
Immediately after she had gotten off from Jordan’s car, Ysabelle sensed something was off. The message, the timing of the call Jordan had gotten. It was only when she got to the truck that she got it. Luke Morgan was still on the run and he had Jordan. She had no idea if his mother was truly alive or if it was voice phishing. But she had heard enough. A smart criminal should have stayed dead and lived his life quietly since he wouldn’t, she would be kind to end it for him. She had driven the same truck with all the pig’s blood smeared on it. She had sent an emergency signal to the Headquarters just in case. She hoped they acted on it though and had sped like crazy to get to Jordan. His earnest wish was to see his mother and he might act rashly to get her. Ysabelle could spy the woman out hiding beside large cartons of drugs that were stored in the factory. With the bullets flying at her, she had her eyes only on one person. Jordan, he was limp against Luke Morgan and was being drag
The bag that was placed on his head was removed non too gently. He was soon sent to the floor with several kicks and punches. “Leave him alone” Jordan sat up, his face full of bruises, “Bastard” He cursed as the unmistakable form of Luke Morgan came into the open. Jeez, he had been too relaxed. “ Where is my mother?” “Are you sure that is what you are most curious about? Judging from your situation. Your question should be how are you still alive? “Luke said smugly. A seat was brought forward for him, he sat like a chief while his thugs hung around him. “Where is my mother?” Jordan screamed. He didn’t care about Luke Morgan. All he wanted was his mother. The thug closest to him dragged him forward and threw him at Luke’s feet. It was then Jordan observed him. His body was burnt, a section of his face was scarred beyond repair. Jordan’s attention was snagged back when a gun was pressed to his temple. “ Your father died for you the last time, I wonder if it will be your mother th
The sound of running water was what woke Ysabelle from her sleep. She was so exhausted and her body ached a tone. Her legs had not ached so much not even during all of her endurance training. Jordan had not allowed her to rest at all. He made love to her over and over. She had matched his stamina the first time but had soon allowed him to take the lead the other times. He was insatiable. She lay quietly as he came out with a towel tied around him. He came to her straight, “Come on, you have to shower. I have a few places to take you” “Where is that?” Ysabelle asked lazily “My family home is here. It is where my father was buried.” Ysabelle sat up at that but the pain made her hit Jordan “gosh, you caused this. You would not stop” “I didn’t particularly hear you stop me. You even encouraged me more, I remember you asking for more” “My boyfriend is so shameless” “Do you need help getting to the bathroom I can assure you that I can be of help” He teased her. He carried her anyway
Jordan was getting tired of driving under Andrew’s instructions. The soldier backed out orders as though he was talking to a junior. But he kept his mouth shut and endured it. If he wanted to see Ysabelle faster he had to cooperate. Jordan was about to take the bend towards the station entrance when he saw a green truck speed out of the compound with the security officers shouting and offering curses after the truck. A flash of the woman’s long hair snapped Jordan out of his reverie. That was Ysabelle. That behaviour was odd for the docile soul that Andrew had described. “I have to get down here. Just follow her. And make sure you are smart about it. She is still an Officer after all and will notice if trailed. I hope this car of ours does not have your name customized on it” Andrew asked opening the car door and rushing to check the plate numbers. “Were you not aware of that before you jumped in?” Jordan asked unable to hide his irritation. Ysabelle was gaining distance and he wou
With the approaching Holidays, Ysabelle had asked for her well-deserved two days' leave. She needed a break from the looks and whispers. Otherwise, she might be tempted to break her good-girl act. If there was anything she hated the most about the whole thing. It was being in the same station as her brother, James. He controlled her schedule like she had no mind of her own. How her brothers expected her to marry Andrew was beyond her. Though she and Andrew had a working frenemy relationship. They would kill each other if they as much as sat to have dinner. But she could play along, if they all thought she was docile to that level then she would shake the foundation of their beliefs when she disappeared from the wedding altar. They were all so impossible. Her being quiet does not mean she was docile and agrees to their every wish. She would give them a mad awakening soon. Jordan rejecting her hurt like hell but she was a strong woman and would not break down so easily. She would climb
Jordan was busy recording a new hit single that was inspired by his recent heartbreak. He was with Bells Agency’s producers working tirelessly in the studio. He had not even eaten, which was fast frustrating Mark where he sat looking forlorn. Jordan had tried to make Mark leave his employ but the young man had been adamant saying his father had hired him to watch over Jordan and he was not going to slack in his duties. According to him, he feared, Jordan might kill himself from depression. He rarely slept and ate sparingly. He took meaningless drives around every military station in Yusama. To the extent that Mark feared he was going to get himself killed one of these when he could no longer hold his resentment in check. He had refused to answer the media no matter the type of article that was released. Ysabelle had been hugely defamed by the media that Mark feared she might be dismissed from her job. He missed Ysabelle like crazy but was too much of an adult to admit it. The door
Avidly monitoring Andrew’s movement with his phone as he sat in the makeup room. It has been three months since his father had given up the ghost. It had felt like a harsh nightmare. No one to call and nag at him, no one to bicker with him. No matter how much they fought, he loved his father so much. His only solace was the fact that Luke Morgan was also dead. Which was comforting. Getting the shares back was not an easy task, as some of the investors refused to sell. And the seating CEO was not friendly. Jonas Brick was frustrating every chance of Jordan becoming a major shareholder once again. But he didn’t relent. He worked relentlessly, gaining more fame and money to be able to buy them all off. He didn’t have the time to rule the company but he wanted the company registered back in his father’s name. Bells Agency should be in memory of him. It had not been easy but it was accomplished. First of all, Jonas was displaced as the CEO and a friend of his father assumed the position m
The disciplinary committee had not been lenient with Ysabelle at all. She could only stand there and watch as she was stripped of her barge, her faults were endless. She had managed to sabotage a mission that had been planned for so long and allowed a wanted criminal to escape and she had even operated on public grounds without permission from her superiors before carrying out the bombing. Their excuse of it being bomb testing received a huge backlash from the sitting government and the public, saying they were further destroying the environment and destroying the ozone layer with the burning. They had needed to offer a written apology. An action that her superiors found distasteful, they hated having to do that. Her most important crime was not shooting Luke Morgan when she had him in the jungle. She had chosen Jordan over him. That romance as they had termed it was not acceptable. The surveillance drone captured her dramatic act vividly. She had chosen her lover over the crimina